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”Build a house with a painting studio.” He kissed my other temple. “Build a house with an office for you, and one for me. Build a house with a bathtub big enough for two-and for wings.” Another kiss, this time to my cheek. “Build a house with rooms for all our family.” He kissed my other cheek. “Build a house with a garden for Elain, a training ring for the Illyrian babies, a library for Amren, and an enormous dressing room for Mor.” I chocked on a laugh at that. But Rhys silenced it with a kiss to my mouth, lingering and sweet. “Build a home with a nursery, Feyre.”
Rhysand ve Feyre
"Aklımı başımdan aldın. Tüm o aylar boyunca. Bunu elde ettiğime hâlâ inanasım gelmiyor. Seni elde ettiğime." Boğazım düğümlendi. Aktarmak istediği, paylaşmaya ihtiyaç duyduğu düşünce buydu. "Seni istedim, Dağın Altında bile." dedim usulca. "Bunu oradaki korkunç şartlara bağladım ama o kadın geberdikten sonra, neler hissettiğimi, ne kadar berbat şeyler hissettiğimi kimselere söylemezken, sana anlattım. Sanırım kalbim, ben farkına varmadan çok önce bile, senin bana ait olduğunu biliyordu." Rhys' in gözleri parladı ve yüzünü tekrar göğüslerimin arasına gömüp sırtımı okşadı. "Seni seviyorum," diye fısıldadı. "Hayatımdan, ülkemden, tahtımdan daha fazla."
Sayfa 69 - Rhys ve Feyre arasındaki bir konuşma..Kitabı okudu
The shadowsinger’s brows lifted, but his scarred hand extended to take the present.
Elain turned from where she’d been speaking to Nesta. “Oh, that’s from me.”
Azriel’s face didn’t so much as shift at the words. Not even a smile as he opened the present and revealed-
“I had Madja make it for me,” Elain explained. Azriel’s brows narrowed at the mention of the family’s preferred healer. “It’s a powder to mix in with any drink.”
Silence.
Elain bit her lip and then smiled sheepishly. “It’s for the headaches everyone gives you. Since you rub your temples so often.”
Silence again.
Then Azriel tipped his head back and laughed.
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”To the blessed darkness from which we are born, and to which we return.”
“You were born on the longest night of the year.” His fingers again stroke down my back. “You were meant to be at my side from the very beginning.”